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  1. It was the day before the big final exam and jay was studying hard. He had his head in books and online videos for weeks to make sure he was ready for this final test. The final test ever before he became a fully qualified mechanic. This was it do or die. If he failed this his dream was over. He was leaving nothing to chance. He had been keeping himself awake by drinking coffee and energy drinks to maximise his chances for retaining the info. He had been going to the toilet more and more but he didn’t think anything of it, he put it down to nerves. He woke up in the morning and did his usual routine. He went downstairs and had breakfast. He had some fruit along with a full breakfast with all the trimmings and a couple of cups of coffee. He didn’t want to be hungry during the test and have his mind on his stomach. After breakfast he headed up stairs and and hopped into the shower. Usually he has to do his daily poop right after but he didn’t need. “Strange” jay thought “but hey more time to study”. He looked at his clock “time to get ready”. He took his pyjamas off and slipped his tight white boxers on followed by his socks and his skinny cargo trousers followed lastly by his work polo shirt. Jay got into his car and started the 45 minute drive to the test centre. About 15 minutes from the centre he hit traffic. “Great, this is what I need when I have a test in 40 minutes”. Jays bladder had now refilled and was needing to pee. “God please hurry up, I can’t have a repeat of last time I was desperate in a car. I’m not going home this time Iv got a whole day ahead of me”. 10 minutes past and jay was now bursting. He loosened his seatbelt and grabbed his cock to ease the pain. The thoughts of engines and tests had now gone out his head. His thoughts now were of trying not to pee his pants. His bladder was begging for release but jay held on. He put his hand down his pants and gripped his cock which made him hard. The traffic started to move, his hand came out his pants but his hard 6 inches wouldn’t go back into his boxers so his waistband caught the top of it. “At least that’s keeping pressure on it while I drive”. jay arrived at the test centre, parked up and moved fast to get inside. One hand in his pocket to keep pressure on his dick so he didn’t have an accident. He sees his mates in the seating area prepping before they enter the exam hall. “Hey jay” Cole shouted to get his attention. Jay walked over to them. “hey guys, where’s the bathroom, I really got to piss, I got held up in traffic”. “It’s over there bro” Louis pointed. Jay rushed into the toilet and whipped his penis out and peed for a straight 2 minutes. “Oh god I didn’t think I was going to make that” he sighed. He headed out the bathroom and sat next to his mates. The examiner came out and explained how the day was going to work. “Hi boys, I’m the examiner today so if you need anything please ask me”. “The first 3 hours of the exam will be the practical part. We will then break for an hour for lunch then we are back in for 2 hours to finish the theory. After that you will hopefully be fully qualified”. “We will start in 5 minutes so please get ready because once we start you will not be allowed to leave until you are done”. The boys seemed confident for the day ahead. “I better go for another piss before we go in” jay said. “Same” said Cole. About half the boys went into the toilet before the exam started. The boys entered the room and took their positions at their engines. “Okay you have your instruction sheets next to you, remember of you need anything then ask me, good luck”. An hour in and jay was on a roll, flying through his tasks. “Glad I stayed up and did all that revision, it’s clearly paying off”. Jay thought. Suddenly his stomach made a strange noise which caught the attention of some of the boys. “Oh god why is my stomach hurting now? I’m not nervous”? 10 minutes of pain later he realised what was wrong. The days of not pooping were obviously coming to an end. “No, no not now” he panicked. “Relax jay get a grip it’s just nerves, get your head in the game”. 10 minutes later the urge is too strong. “I can go to the toilet for a quick poop then back to work and still have enough time to get finished”. He went up to the examiner “can I go to the toilet please”? “No jay I’m sorry you can’t leave the room” the examiner replied. Jay panicked “what”. “You might cheat if you leave the room, and we can’t risk that”. The examiner whispered. “But I really have to go” jay pleaded. “Your just going to have to hold it, go back to work and you will probably forget about it” the examiner said. 15 minutes later jay was at breaking point. He went up to the examiner “ I really need to go to the bathroom please, it’s an emergency”. “Jay your 21, 21 year olds don’t have emergencies” the examiner hissed, starting to get mad. “They can’t do this to me can they? I’m an adult who needs the toilet getting treated like a child” jay thought. “So what am I supposed to do then”? He asked. “Just hold it in, you will be fine” the examiner replied. “But I can’t hold on, for real”. “Your just going to have to hold on. Your opinions are: hold on and wait. Leave the class to go to the bathroom and not be allowed back in which will result in a fail OR you go back to work and just have an accident” that’s the three options you have. There is some good news though” the examiner smiled. “Really” jay smiled “what’s that” “you get to pick what option you want” the examiner laughed. Jay walked back to his bench. “Are you alright” Louis asked. “No, I really have to take a shit” jay answered. Louis laughed “we’ll go ask to use the toilet then”. “I did” jay responded. “What” Louis replied. “I did twice, and the answer was no” “really like they actually said no you can’t use the toilet”? “yes” jay said. “Apparently if you need the toilet, you either hold it, fail the course or use your pants”. “What option are you going for” Louis whispered. “Honestly option 1 isn’t an option at this point”. “Seriously” Louis asked surprisingly.”really said jay. “And I can’t fail this course, I have been doing it for so long and this is the end, I can’t fail now”. “Well good luck bro” Louis said hesitantly. “I have to piss jay, like bad”. Louis said. “Good luck getting permission”. Jay replied still desperate for his release. “Can I please go to the toilet” Louis pleaded. “No like I said to another boy, you can’t leave the room unless you want to fail. No excuses”. The examiner barked. “Honestly don’t know how you boys can’t just hold on for 3 hours”. “I haven't peed since I left my house this morning” Louis answered. “And that’s my problem how” the examiner looked at Louis. 2 hours in, 1 hour to go. “I can’t hold on anymore Louis, I can feel it coming” jay said regrettably. “What do you mean” Louis replied. “Option 3”. Louis instantly looked at jay. He was hunched over. Jay decided to push. He could feel a long log push into his boxers. “Oh god, that feels good” jay thought as he kept pushing. Another 2 messy logs made their way into the seat of his boxers. Every push made his stomach feel better. Louis stared at his mate who was now resembling a little toddler making a mess in his pants. “Jay are you actually messing your pants”? Louis asked shockingly. He didn’t need an answer, he could see the large bulge in the back of jays pants as it grew bigger and bigger. Jay pushed one last time. He screwed his face up and grunted. Finally one last log was released into his now every tight boxers. He finally finished pushing and started panting after that hard effort he had just put in to that activity. He stood up and looked at Louis. “Mate I honestly couldn’t hold it”. Louis looked shocked. A 21 year old had just shat himself and looked as if he enjoyed it. “Now what are you going to do” He asked. “I don’t know actually” jay replied. The sweet feeling of release how now vanished and fear and embarrassment was now in full affect. “I better tell the examiner” he said. Jay could hardly walk with the massive bulge sitting in the seat of his pants. “Option 3” jay said. “What” said the examiner. “ I had to pick option 3, I had no choice”. “I had an accident in my pants, can I please go and clean up” jay whimpered embarrassingly. “What part about no leaving the room don’t you get”. “ you can’t leave” the examiner shouted. The other boys turned round. “What am I supposed to do”. “Your supposed to go back to your exam” the examiner said. “But I can barley walk let alone concentrate on my exam”. “Tough” the examiner replied. Can you phone my mum to being some clean boxers then”? Jay asked. “Did you actually just ask me to phone your mum to bring you clean pants because her 21 year old son has had an accident in his boxers”? “If that’s what you want I will”. Jay wrote down his mums number and gave it to the examiner. “Ok I will phone her, go back and finish your exam”. Jay waddled back to his bench. the room was silent. “Hi is that jays mum? All the boys turned around. Yes it’s the examiner here, Jay has had a little bit of an accident and I need you to pop down” The boys looked at jay worryingly. “No no he’s not hurt or injured, he’s had a little accident in his pants and he’s requesting that you bring him some clean boxers to change into”. The boys turned and laughed at jay. They couldn’t believe a 21 year old had messed his boxers. A roar of laughter rang out even though some of them were close to having accidents themselves. “Get back to work all of you” the examiner shouted. He walked up to jay. “Bit of bad news, your mums not going to be able to come she’s busy at work” “what am I supposed to do then” just sit in messy boxers all day”? “I don’t know Jay, just focus on the exam” he replied. Jays pants and bum was a mess and he couldn’t do anything but stand there like a little kid, humiliated. “Jay, I think I might be choosing option 3” Louis whispered. “I honestly can’t hold it back anymore, I can’t hold on for the last 20 minutes”. Louis said nervously. “Excuse me, can I please go to the toilet, it’s an emergency” Louis asked. He thought he would be allowed to go since the bad situation that had just occurred with jay. “No there’s 20 minutes left just hold on”. “I honestly can’t” Louis replied. “You know the options Louis, you will have to pick one and that’s the last toilet request I want to hear today” the examiner shouted. “Just do it in your pants like little boy jay over there” one boy laughed. Jay and Louis ignored them. “What does it feel like jay”? “Well I didn’t piss my pants, I only pooped so I don’t know”. He said depressingly. “I’m gonna pee my pants, it’s gonna happen” Louis said. “Just do it mate, you will feel better” jay replied. “How are you doing…….with you know” Louis asked nervously. “Have a look if you want” jay whispered. Jay turned around and Louis pulled the waistband of his boxers back. “There is so much in there, you must have been desperate”. “Yeh I was mate, that’s why I have a mountain of poop in my pants and I can’t change”. “I’m gonna have to just empty my boxers at lunch”. Jay was working in his engine when he heard a “hsssssssss”. He looked over at Louis. He was pissing in his pants. Louis stood still, head up to the ceiling, clearly enjoying his sweet release. Louis stood there soaking his boxers which held the pee for about 2 seconds before his grey trousers turned nearly black. He finished up and let out a sigh of relief. “Man that feels better” Louis said. “You sure about that, your standing in peed pants”. Jay asked. “Couldn’t hold it any more, so just let it go. My mums at home so I know she will come and give me clean boxers and trousers” Louis laughed. “Well arnt you lucky” jay replied. “Enjoy staying in your poopy boxers all day” Louis joked. “Excuse me, I had an accident, Iv peed in my pants”. Louis announced to the examiner. “Are you joking me, I have had 2 boys in their 20s mess and pee in their pants today”. He said shockingly. “I can give you my mums number so she can come with clean boxers”. “Wow” the examiner was done now he had had enough. “What’s her number”. Louis gave the number and walked back to his bench. a minute later the examiner came up to Louis “your mums not picking up the phone”. “What” Louis panicked. “Try again” he demanded. “I have phoned 4 times and no answer, sorry mate, looks like you shouldn’t have peed in your boxers eh” he laughed. “Fuck what am I going to do” Louis asked jay. “ nothing, you can do nothing, your just going to have to sit in your wet pants”. Jay laughed. during lunch Louis phoned his mum and managed to speak to her. Jay was in the toilet trying to clean up as much as he could. He came out and sat next to Louis. “Any luck”? Jay asked. “She’s not coming” Louis whispered. “Hahaha unlucky mate, I’m a bit cleaner now and at least I’m dry, why is she not coming”. “She said that if her 22 year old boy pees his pants he has to stay in his peed pants as punishment”. Louis said totally shamed. “That’s rough mate, try and dry off if you can”. Jay said. Everyone went back into the class after lunch and took their seats. “Remember, no one is allowed to leave the class room under any circumstances” the examiner reminded everyone. The boys turned their papers over and began their exam. An hour in and jays stomach started to make noises again. “No not again, not again, surely there can’t be more” he thought. He needed to pee again but he knew he could hold that until the end. An hour and I will be fine. 30 minutes left and most of the boys were getting up and leaving the exam room since they had finished. Jay knew that he was not going to be allowed to leave. He pressed his bum into his seat to help the uncomfortableness of his situation. 5 minutes later he was desperate, he couldn’t concentrate on the exam. “I need to get this test finished or I’m going to fail”. Jay knew that he couldn’t concentrate and hold at the same time. “Well Iv done it once and it wasn’t that bad, plus there’s less people here. If I just let go get the last couple of questions done, I can leave, clean up and get home and no one will notice”. Jay shifted his weight to one of his body so one bum cheek was off the seat. He gave a large push and a big size log made its way into the seat of his pants. “Oh god that feels better, gross but better he thought”. Another made it’s way out and nestled next to the other one. He got back into his test and finished the last few questions. “Done, thank god that’s over, still desperate to pee” he thought. He stood up and could feel the mess in his pants, it was hard to walk so he had to semi waddle. He took his papers and gave them to the examiner. “Thanks jay, you can sit back down now” the examiner whispered. “But Iv finished, I’m leaving” jay whispered. “No you can’t levae there’s only 20 minutes left and no one can leave in the last 20 minutes so they don’t disturb the people finishing up” the examiner replied. “But I have to pee” jay said. “Not this again, sit down you can hold on for 20 minutes”. The examiner sniffed the air. “Have you pooped in your pants again”? “No” jay replied. And went back to his seat. The examiner watched him waddle back to his seat. It was evident that jay had went in his pants again. 10 minutes to go and the examiner walks up and down the rows. He passed jay. “I really have to pee, I can’t hold it anymore” jay begged. “Your not leaving, there’s only 10 minutes left, plus you have clearly already had an accident again so you might as well just pee yourself too”. The examiner said and walked away. Jay felt a spurt leave his penis and a little wet patch on his boxers. “Fuck no no” he thought. A minute later another spurt come out. 5 minutes later the flood gates open. Jay is holding on but it’s not doing anything the boxers and trousers are getting soaked. The chair he was sitting in was flooded. He gave up and sat properly in his chair. The shit in has pants getting squashed against his bum. The remaining boys looked at him and started laughing “not again for god sake, you need help jay” the examiner shouted. “Time up, you may leave, goodbye”. “Louis, help your messy friend out of the room and to the toilet”. Jay stood up wet and messy and walked to the toilet with Louis. “Just go I will be fine mate” jay said with tears in his eyes”. “Stay here I will be back, you can’t get into your car like that you will ruin it, I will come back with clean clothes” Louis replied. 20 minutes later Louis comes back into the toilet. “I’m sorry jay but the shop didn’t have clothes, they only sold underwear, this is all they had”. He held out a pack of small briefs which were cleary too small for jay. He got cleaned up and put the small pants on. Ok jay they looked more like a thong but he had no choice. “Didn’t realised you had such a big bum and dick” Louis laughed. “Shut up I’m getting crushed in these things”. Jay didn’t want to put his trousers back on so he wrapped a jumper round his waist and help Louis coat in front. They got to his car bad he gave Louis coat back to him. “Well done for passing mate” Louis said. “Same to you bro, and thank for helping me out today, I honestly couldn’t hold it”Jay replied. “Cleary not, they were some accidents you had. Enjoy your new pants”he joked. The boys got into their cars, waived and drive off.
  2. From the album: Rudocats Omo

    Had this dream in summer, decided to draw only now
  3. Soooo...after several years, I decided to give writing a try once more. Needed something to distract myself. Don´t expect this shit to be good x3 Not even sure whether there will be another part. Maybe. Maybe not. Dunno... Beachside training Today was a sunny day... "Huff...huff...huff..." As in: a perfectly sunny day. With no fog, no clouds, nothing at all obstucting the hot afternoon sun as it was burning down on the beach and sea below. Perfect indeed to lie down on the warm sand and work on a tan... "Huff...huff...puff..." Perfect also to go for a quick dip in the sea or to eat some ice cream – preferably in the shade of one of the palm trees or a large parasol... "Huff...huff – Ohh-fuck...all this!" Tracers body slumped against the back wall of a small, beachside kiosk, advertising the sale of such delicious treats – if it weren´t for the fact that it was closed! Indeed, the only thing today´s hot and sunny weather definitely was not perfect for...would be jogging. I can´t believe I have to torture myself like this! I mean this can´t be healthy, right? Running around in this heat? It was a question the brunette girl had asked herself several times already. Each time with greater unwillingness to continue her supposed training program. Her eyes went out to the sea, the perfectly blue water, almost teasing her to go for a quick swim...and perhaps a quick, relaxing nap on the beach right after. .... Except that she couldn´t – not without risking yet another lecture from a certain doctor. "Oh no Lena, you gotta work on your stamina more. You gained some weight lately. As an Overwatch agent, you are required to stay in shape...ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CALLING ME FAT, YOU BLOODY HAG?!" Despite merely muttering under her breath, the last part came out more as suppressed yelling as the girl couldn´t help but vent her frustration by slamming her hand against the kiosk´s wooden planks. Calm down Lena, calm down...you know that Angela is right. You need to do this... Slowly and reluctantly, Tracer rose again from the ground, brushing some sand off her blue gym shorts. She had to carry on with her training – it couldn´t be that much more, right? Right?! A quick glance at her wrist-mounted health monitor led to disappointment however: You kidding me? Only three kilometers...? That couldn´t be true! It had to be at least five! There was no way she only jogged that far... Yet there was no denying hard numbers... "Rubbish! At this rate I´ll spend the entire afternoon doing Angela´s stupid training!" Tracer clenched her fist, finally coming to a decision: She´d rather face the disappointed lecture from Angela yet again, than waste this entire afternoon running off her alleged pudginess! Determined, she turned towards the row of large palm trees, lining the upper half of the beach. Sure, she had no towel to lie on. But for just a little nap, she was more than fine resting on the naked sand.... ...naked.... Her lips shaped into a mischievous little grin as that idea crossed her mind. After all, there were surprisingly few people at the beach, considering the perfect weather. Perhaps that explains why that bloody kiosk was closed! And even if someone saw her getting naked, what did she care? If people wanted to stare, so be it. She chuckled as she dashed across the warm sand, towards the shade of the trees, already fumbling around with her jersey and pulling it over her head as she ran. Boobs are...FREE! "Lena?! What are you- WATCH OUT!!" A familiar voice reached her ears as she was running with the jersey blocking her view for a couple of brief yet fatal seconds. Wait, isn´t that- "Waaaahhh!" Next she felt was her right foot stumbling over something and next moment – the fall. "Ooof!" At the very least, the impact was rather soft on the sand. Yet even without seeing, Tracer knew that this had to be one of her more awkward moments as she laid there, flat and face down in the sand. I really hope I didn´t actually trip over another person...oh please, don´t make this any more awkward.... The brunette could feel soft steps next to her and a warm hand placed on her back. "Lena? Are you...hurt?" "Nope. I´m fine...sorry." And now, at last, she recognized the voice. "...Mei? That you? Are you hurt?" Lena felt a soft tug on her top, which was still stuck around her head and the same gentle hand from her back now pulling it off of her. Still embarrassed, she rolled around on her back, looking up into the other girls soft and cute face. "I´m okay. Don´t worry. You...kinda tripped over me but I guess you didn´t see me with your...shirt..." Despite the situation, Tracer couldn´t help but smirk as a deep, red blush appeared on Mei´s face. "Umm, Lena....? You´re...not wearing a bra...?" "Like I need one for these two baby oranges~" Immediately she could feel her eyes being tied to the much more impressive cleavage of the girl above her. Now those are some top-tier watermelons...
  4. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  5. Hello guys! This is the second story in my series! This is a bit longer and a bit more detailed than my previous one, focusing on the lore of the backrooms. If you’re familiar with the backrooms you’ll really enjoy the details i describe in each level, if you’re not then no worries i gave a brief description of what it is in the beginning of the story. Might also add that the level numbers, names, descriptions, and entities are all canon to the backrooms. I did my research before i wrote this story! And fun fact even the level number you’ll see eventually in the story is canon! I swear i didnt come up with it ENJOY!! And dont forget to leave a brief feedback so i can fix my mistakes and take your opinions to continue to provide good ‘episodes’ in this series i am creating.. THANK YOU! ^_^ ———————————————————- Amy walked out of her university campus with two of her friends; Anthony and Jane, after a long day at college. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a simple dark blue chemise that had its front tucked inside of her white jeans. She was sipping the last of her grape soda can before throwing it directly into the litter basket. “Bullseye! Haha.” Jane said shoving Amy’s shoulder playfully. “Oh i’ve been practicing since last time!” Amy said with a smile. They walked a little bit and sat on a wooden bench overlooking a park with the city view behind it. Anthony was scrolling through his phone, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he was indulged on a certain topic he was reading. “Hey guys ever heard of the backrooms?” Anthony suddenly asked. “Yeah i’ve scrolled through a couple of topics.. many people explain how people just ‘slip’ into another reality, and that it has levels.. thousands.. some say they are infinite, some has unearthly creatures and monsters and there’s no way of going out once you go in! Except if you reach the final level, which is practically impossible.. you might get a chance though if you find a certain shortcut that gets you to the final level immediately from an early stage.” Amy said. “Wow, you certainly know your info! Well it became trending recently. The subject just popped out of nowhere one day.” Jane said. “Yeah true but well the subject started to pop up exactly 3 months ago.” Anthony said. “Yeah so?” Jane asked confusingly. “Well do you know what happened 3 months ago?” Anthony asked. “Oh, do you mean the Armix tower explosive sonic wave downtown?” Amy asked. “YES! I bet that Armix is behind it.. that sonic wave was certainly.. peculiar. They never said anything about it publicly. But i am certain they have something to do with it! The concept of the backrooms started after that particular explosion! They might have opened rifts or portals to other realities by accident!” Anthony said. “Oh you and your conspiracies Anthony! I don’t even believe that they really exist, it just might be an internet hoax!” Jane said while blowing raspberries. “Oh shut up Jane. Well what do you think Amy? What will you do if you accidentally slipped into the backrooms ha? Hahaha.” Anthony said with a laugh. “Well i am not sure if it actually exists but if i happen and get thrown in there i will certainly be so scared i might piss myself in fear! Hahahaha.” Amy said jokingly. Followed by her question to Jane; “What about you Jane?” “Oh i’ll definitely fully soak myself as well, from what i read it certainly is too scary! Hehe.” Jane said with a silent giggle. “Since we opened the subject of peeing, do you guys remember the video that trended back then 3 months ago when the tower sonic boomed?” Anthony asked. “You mean the one that was anonymously shared of the soaked girl coming out of a faulty elevator inside the tower after the explosion?” Jane asked. “Yes. That video trended even more than the explosion itself! Must have been pretty embarrassing for that girl.” Anthony replied. “Yeah the poor girl, i cant imagine being in her place, it must have felt so humiliating for everyone to see her like that. It certainly was too scary for her when the elevator was falling that she just let go all over herself.” Amy said. “Yeah well there was also an obvious huge puddle on the elevator floor. Well they certainly couldn’t sue the company.. they had a fail safe and the girl was saved because of their technology. Besides no one knows the origin of that explosion! Oh well, they’re Armix after all, the most powerful company perhaps in the entire world?” Jane said. They all looked at the tall Armix tower that was far off in the distance, standing like a gigantic rocket in the middle of their city. The city was called Lustral. “Well forget about Armix.. something else is trending on the internet right now. Have a look guys this is very weird.” Anthony said while passing his phone to the girls. The post showed a 20 seconds video, the thumbnail was a naked girl sitting on her knees with her face facing down on the floor of a walkway of a public park of a city called Lasix in a foreign country. The girl had a long brunette hair that covered her facials and she was sitting over an expanding puddle of her own urine in the middle of the park with bystanders surrounding her. The title of the topic was ‘Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.’ It was posted two days ago. “Press play already!” Anthony yelled at Amy. She immediately pressed play and they all watched confusingly. - - - **VIDEO PLAYING** The camera was filming an empty walkway in a park. Suddenly a naked girl appears out of thin air from what looks like an expanding energy filled orb. The orb disappears quickly within itself in a silenced blast leaving the girl on her knees on the floor audibly crying. The camera zooms in as a puddle started to expand under her.. filling the walkway with her urine. She was trembling and facing down with her long hair covering her face. Suddenly the voice of a yelling man appeared in the background of the video; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SH—.” Then the video ended abruptly. - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” Amy said confidently. “Well yeah you’re right.. it’s just that she has exactly the same hair style and skin color as you.” Anthony said. “Her face is not obvious though, it’s probably just a coincidence and her body just looks like Amy’s, nothing more.” Jane said denyingly. “You’re probably right, it’s just me and my conspiracies again.. Ha!” Anthony said sarcastically. “Exactly! Haha!” Jane said laughing. “Alright guys time to head home, i really need to pee i have been holding it since we came out of campus.. that grape soda filled me up haha!” Amy said as she got up from the bench. “Alright see you later Amy!” Anthony said as he waved good bye. “Bye bye bestie! See you tomorrow.” Jane said as she gave Amy a quick hug. Amy waved at them and started walking through the park towards her home on the other side of the park. She squirmed a little bit on her way home as her bladder filled, but kept moving nonetheless. She suddenly noticed a weird tree, it appeared like it was glitching in and out of reality. It just stuttered in a weird way as if it was a malfunctioning hologram. Amy confusingly but carefully approached the tree, she unwittingly reached her hand out to touch the flickering tree, and to her surprise she ‘slipped’. Her whole body got sucked into the tree as if it was nothing but pure air, she started falling through the endless dark void losing all her senses in the process. Amy had just no-clipped out of reality. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 0: THE LOBBY* Amy started to gain her consciousness slowly, she was laying on a musty yellow carpet. The carpet was a bit damp and smelled moldy. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around to find herself in an empty yellow room. The walls were covered with yellow paint, and the lights were fluorescent and gave out w constant buzzing noise and flickered every few seconds. The buzzing noise was certainly annoying and monotonous. Amy immediately put her hands over her ears as she began to slowly regain her senses. She looked around the room in her shock. She immediately realized that she was literally inside the backrooms. The very one she and her friends were joking about a few minutes ago. “It’s real.. omg it’s real! No no no!” Amy started talking to herself as she sobbed. Her bladder ached in her fear. She felt like her bladder will give out in her fear and surprise. She immediately put her hands on her crotch and crossed her legs in order to try and hold it in. She instantly remembered the conversation with her and her friends about ‘peeing herself’ if she ever made it to the backrooms. “Oh no i am gonna pee! Im gonna pee myself! Please don’t pee.. please don’t pee.. please don’t pee!” She kept repeating to herself as she cried but to no avail. She started to leak a little bit into her panties and white jeans and through her hands. It left a small wet spot around her crotch but surprisingly she managed to hold it in as she calmed herself down a little bit. “Oh nooo i wet myself! I really need to find a way out of here before i fully soak myself! I cant take it anymore!” She said while sobbing. She relaxed herself a little and then started exploring slowly with tears in her eyes, a wet dark spot on her white jeans and a large amount of urine in her bladder. She moved slowly out of the room to find dozens of similar yellow rooms. She kept moving and looking around as her need to pee intensified. But there was nothing new. It looked like a maze of empty yellow office spaces that seemed to be endless. The constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was driving her crazy. She wanted to get out anyway she can now, and most importantly she needed to relieve herself. After what seemed like an eternity of walking in an endless yellow maze, the monotonous hum of the yellow lights was suddenly interrupted with a landline telephone ringing. The sound startled Amy which made her put a hand over her bladder and leak a bit in her panties again, but it also gave her a glimpse of hope. She started following the ringing phone with a fast pace hoping that this could be her way out of here. The ringing started getting higher and higher as she finally arrived in a room that looked exactly like the other rooms except that there was an office desk on the middle of the room with a black telephone ringing above it. She slowly reached the phone and answered with trembling hands. “He-he-hello?” Amy said stutteringly. Nothing answered but a loud static noise like a bad frequency coming from the other end of the phone, and among all the static noise a voice faded in and Amy tried to make out the words. “It’s - - behind - - you.. RUN!” The voice said as she finally deciphered it. The words gave her chills and goosebumps. She suddenly dropped the phone and put a hand over her mouth as she slowly turned around to look behind her. To her surprise she found a dark inhuman silhouette standing in the distance, making a terrorizing screeching noise as it twitched in its place but appeared to be idle. Amy stood still but in her shock the small wet spot on her crotch started expanding into a full wet patch along both sides of her white jeans darkening it all into a gray color. The flow extended towards her shoes and started dripping off over her shoes and into the moist carpet. The sound of urine hitting the ground caught the creature’s attention and it suddenly started sprinting towards Amy with its screeching voice getting louder. Amy screamed and immediately started running the other way with her urine still spraying into her jeans in her terror as she ran for her life. Her adrenaline pumped up which put her in the natural fight-or-flight mode, possibly her body voided her bladder for her to be lighter to give her a chance to run faster and escape the danger she was facing.. ironically her bladder was voided into her jeans which practically made her feel heavier and made it more difficult for her to run. Nonetheless; she ran into the same yellow empty spaces for a couple of minutes not looking back but still hearing the chilling voice of the creature. Surprisingly she noticed a trap door in the floor in one of the rooms she ran into and decided that this would be her best bet to try and hide from the creature. She sprinted with all her power towards the trap door with the creature tirelessly sprinting behind her. She managed to pull the handle of the door and open it. She looked down to find a partially dark concrete area, no more yellow in there.. as she was going down the hole the creature immediately grabbed both of her feet and pulled her on the ground away from the trap door. As she was being dragged she definitely let go of some more of her urine and pissed all over the carpet. Her chemise got wet from her own piss this time as she was being dragged on her stomach over her own urine. She kicked so hard that finally both of her shoes came off her feet into the creature’s dark hands. The creature lost balance and fell backwards as Amy crawled rapidly back to the hole and climbed down quickly shutting off the trap door behind her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 1: HABITABLE ZONE* Amy came down into a chilly area. It looked like a sprawling gigantic warehouse that had concrete floors and walls and a dim light. Fog was hanging in is the air with no discernible source. It underwent the process of condensation which formed large random puddles of water on the large cold concrete floor. She looked down at her jeans and shirt to find all her clothes soaked, smelling of her own urine. She slowly walked a little bit and stepped over the random water puddles which soaked her white socks and immediately after she gave out an audible cry and sat down on the floor to take her breath in disbelief after that frightening situation that made her lose total control of her entire bladder. She sobbed and hyperventilated for a few minutes until she took back control of her body. She calmed a little bit and then proceeded to take off her damp socks because who likes the feeling of wet socks on their feet? She stood up slowly and started moving through the vast endless warehouse, stepping on the cold water puddles with her bare feet now. She was pretty scared but at least there was no creatures to be seen around, and the monotonous buzzing and endless yellow are no more. It might drive anyone insane. The warehouse seemed to be expanding forwards, it wasn’t a maze like the previous area. Amy kept walking in a straight line for what might have been a couple of hours before finding a small door on the side of a concrete wall. She carefully opened the door hoping it will lead her out of this nightmare but to her surprise she found a supply cache. It was mostly empty except for a few random fruits and two unopened bottles of ‘Almond Water’. She quickly reached for one of the water bottles, opened it and started gulping it down. She needed to rehydrate, she hadn’t drunk anything in what seemed like hours. She was super tired and dehydrated but the almond water gave her energy. It tasted sweet and refreshing. She threw the empty bottle away and then grabbed an apple. She voraciously ate it and then grabbed the other almond water bottle and chugged it down in one go. “Ahh.. that felt good. Now i can focus on getting out of here.” She said as she came out of the supply cache room. Her bladder definitely starting to fill again after she chugged two bottles. She ventured through the endless warehouse again after a good refill. The sound of water puddles under her feet triggered a reaction in her bladder again. It had been a couple of hours since she had her accident, in addition she just chugged two entire water bottles. The dark patch on her jeans was visible but it was dried in but still a bit damp making her feel colder. She finally reached a tunnel that looked a bit different than the rest of the warehouse. It was becoming tighter and tighter. She moved in nonetheless to find herself in what seemed like a maintenance tight tunnel filled with pipes running along the walls. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 2: PIPE DREAMS* She started moving carefully through the tunnel. Black liquid could be seen oozing out of some malfunctioning pipes. Of course she didn’t touch it and tried to avoid it as best as she could. There were doors on the right side of the wall, she tried opening a few but none of them responded. They were all locked tight. Amy kept walking trying to open every door she comes across to no avail. Her need to urinate was growing larger. Eventually she saw someone standing still in front of her in the tunnel with his back to her. He looked humanoid. Could it be another human who was lost in the backrooms like her? She carefully approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hello? Are you okay?” She asked naïvely. In an instant the humanoid quickly turned to face her, and to her surprise it was faceless. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears. Nothing. Amy immediately squealed and fell backwards on her butt and started to back paddle away from the creature while crying. As she did so, of course, she started urinating in her jeans again in her terror. Rewetting the already dried gray patch. The patch grew larger and leaked under her butt this time. It left a trail of urine as she continue to back paddle while uncontrollably pissing into her jeans. She quickly noticed that the creature wasn’t moving. It stayed in its place standing still only it was facing her. It made sense she thought, the creature doesn’t have any senses. It should be harmless. She stopped back paddling but kept her eyes locked on the creature. The final drops of urine leaving her vagina into her jeans as she sat still for a moment. She slowly stood up again and put a hand on her butt to notice how much her buttocks were soaked. They were completely drenched and still dripping, leaving a huge patch on her butt. “Oh no.. not again!” She thought to herself. She was lucky the creature couldn’t see, or smell her urine. After a moment of collecting herself she decided to move past that creature slowly. She stuck her back to the pipes and started moving slowly past it. She held her breath and sneaked on her barefoot tip toes very close beside it in order to continue on her way. She leaked a little bit more as she moved past it from the fear of the situation she was in but continued on her way nonetheless. Suddenly a pipe burst beside her and the creature immediately turned to face her again. This time she picked up her pace and started running with the last of the content of her bladder finally releasing into her panties and jeans. She started to slow down after a couple of minutes of running when she made sure the creature wasn’t sprinting behind her like the other one. She bent down putting her hands on her soaked knees as she took her breath. She started slowly navigating the tunnels again when eventually she found a small hole in a very fragile cracked wall. It looked unique and different from the same pattern she had been walking in for a while now. What was stranger is that there was a sledgehammer perfectly placed in front of that hole. Is this the way out? “This could possibly be my way out of here. I have to break the fragile wall. It can’t be a coincidence!” Amy thought to herself as she grabbed the sledgehammer and moved towards the wall. It was heavy but she managed. She slammed the wall as hard as she possibly could and it surprisingly instantly shattered like paper in one blow. The hole was revealed to be a circular tunnel that she could crawl through. She collected herself and hesitantly started crawling through that tunnel until she reached the light on the other end. Unbeknownst to her, this was actually a hidden short cut that took her right into level 5. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 5: TERROR HOTEL* After jumping down from the tunnel Amy found herself in a vast lobby of what looked like a hotel complex. Light seemed to be shining from the windows. One might think it was finally the sun but there was nothing but white light. The architectural style seemed to go back to 1930s, with furniture dating back to 1920s. Jazz music was playing in the distance with whispers and voices of the chatter of people but there was no one there but Amy. She started to move through the reception area and found stairs in the middle leading to the hotel rooms. She carefully reached the hallway and found what seemed to be infinite rooms left and right of her. She started moving in and trying many of the room doors but none opened until she reached the end of the hallway after about 30 minutes of walking. It was a dead end, but not quite. There was a larger door at the wall in front of her, refraining from the same pattern of left and right doors. She thought this might finally be it. The door had room number 207 embedded into its wooden body. Hopeful, she turned the door knob slowly and it finally opened with her, the door wasn’t locked. She carefully entered to find a magnificently designed luxurious room. It had a huge bed in the middle and looked like any fancy room she can’t afford back in her own reality. She felt a bit excited yet still fearful. She entered the room and sat on the huge bed realizing that she felt uncomfortable wearing her wet pants. After all she pissed herself twice in it and she was wearing it in that state for god knows how many hours. She finally decided that she needed to relax. Maybe sleeping would be the way out of this level? She thought that while she’s at it she might as well definitely take a hot shower in the massive bathroom that was complementary to her room. She started difficultly pulling her sticky urine filled jeans off but she managed. She was already bare foot since level 1. She then pulled off her blue panties and took off her chemise and blue bra. She was completely naked now. Her body was a bit sticky from all the urine and she definitely smelled like a urinal. She kicked her ruined clothes to the side and rushed to the shower so she could finally shower and relax then sleep on that comfortable bed so she can regain focus or possibly get transported to another level. As soon as she reached the bathtub she stood inside of it and started turning all the valves, but there was no water coming out. She felt frustrated and started to smack the shower head a few times. While doing so the bathtub under her suddenly dissolved. She was pulled down under and into another dark void. She looked upwards as she levitated forcefully downwards to see that she no-clipped out of the hotel seeing her bathroom moving out of distance as she was being dragged down. She had accidentally found a secret entrance to the final level of the backrooms. She finally settled on a dark ground to find a gray looking huge spiral staircase in front of her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 9223372036854775807: THE END* Naked and scared Amy had no choice but to approach the gray stairs in front of her. As soon as she stepped on one of the steps the door she came from shut behind her. The stairs was incredibly tall, dark, spiral and surround by walls. The steps in the staircase were floating, metal square slabs that gently shifted around. “All i wanted was just some sleep i cant! I cant! I am too tired and too cold for this! And now i am all naked!” Amy said while sobbing. Nonetheless she collected her strength and started climbing the stairs slowly. Amy found occasional locked doors as she ascended the creepy staircase. She kept climbing as she trembled in the cold to no end. She occasionally sat on the steps to take a break from climbing. It took about two hours until she finally reached the very top of the stairs. She found a door with a letters electronic pad beside it. She tried opening it but it was locked. She knew then that it needed a password. She was frustrated as she tried different combinations of names and letters to no avail. But finally she got the bright idea of putting her name in. A . M . Y . The door beeped and unlocked. She opened it to find a dark hallway but saw a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. She started walking towards it when suddenly dozens of decayed hands started coming out from both sides of the walls and tried to grab her. She screamed and started running and kept hitting the hands away. “Have to reach the light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel!” She kept repeating to herself while taking the hands off her.. and finally she reached it after a struggle. - - - *THE FRONTROOMS* Suddenly she fell on a solid ground. It looked like gravy dirt. Her face was fixated on the ground with her long brunette her covering her facials, she sat on her knees and as she did so her bladder finally gave in once more from all the pressure and fear she just faced. The puddle started to extend on the ground she sat on as urine flowed from her bare vagina. A mysterious man with a black hat and a black coat was standing there with a peculiar type of phone. He was filming the incident on a live feed under an anonymous name since before Amy even appeared. While he was filming a crowd began to gather around Amy. One ethical man saw the mysterious man filming her and ran towards him shouting; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!” The mysterious man started running away from the scene and vanished. Which interrupted his video. Amy snapped back into reality when she heard the man shouting. She looked back up and looked at the crowd of people surrounding her, realizing that she was naked and that she had pissed herself on the floor. The bystanders had witnessed that. She looked around in panic to find herself in a park she’d never been to before. Amy started to slowly realize that she is the very same girl she had watched on Anthony’s phone. It was really her. A woman took off her coat and covered Amy immediately with it as she helped her to stand up. “Whe- where am i? What is th- the da- date?” Amy stutteringly said as she asked the helpful lady in order to confirm her suspicions. “What do you mean honey? It’s Monday the 16th of March. You’re in Lasix. Come you need help and medical attention i’ll take care of you.” The helpful woman said confusingly answering her as she walked with Amy away from the scene. The woman’s answer had confirmed to Amy that she was indeed the girl in the video. She had traveled back in time two days prior to when she first entered the backrooms and it landed her in Lasix, a city in a country on the other half of the globe of where she lived in Lustral. She didn’t quite understand what had actually happened. But what was confirmed that the backrooms did actually exist, a reality or a bunch of realities defying all known laws of time and physics filled with monstrous entities. But she was relieved. After all Amy was one of the lucky very few who managed to survive the backrooms and live to tell the tale. - - - The video was nonetheless shared by the mysterious man and it started trending on all platforms with the headline “Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.” - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” AMY SAID CONFIDENTLY. - - -
  6. I'm on my way home from a party, I've already leaked quite a bit... Not sure I'm gonna make it home with a stick full bladder... Let's see in which state I end up home First pic 0:14 Ups... Already leaked...
  7. Looking for someone to write custom accident stories for me! Just looking for custom wetting/messing stories if anyone's willing to write for me! Possibly willing to pay per story Message me on here or email me at [email protected] for a faster response!
  8. I’ll start with a little preface. I’ve never really written any fiction or fantasies on here before until lastnight. I had actually originally posted this as a response on the omo fantasies thread under omo general. It really was a lot for a simple response on a thread and I also wanted to add more to it so I felt it may be a little more fitting to put this here. I may not be the best with this, I’m usually writing about first hand experiences but this one was just too good not to share so excuse my lack of writing abilities! For me, one of my biggest fantasies would be to spend the evening out on the slopes drinking and having a good time with a lady friend. Then have it devolve into us both wetting our pants together and discovering that she’s very much into it so here’s a little outline of how I imagine it all playing out. I meet a nice girl at the local coffee shop and we end up talking quite a bit. She’s super cute and we really hit it off. It turns out we both love being outdoors, hiking and snowboarding so we decide to meet up in the afternoon at the local ski resort for a night out on the slopes. We end up having a great time taking majestic pow runs through the woods all day and drinking beers on the lift, popping back in to the lodge frequently to use the bathroom and grab drinks at the bar. We take some runs with some of our friends for a bit before we all have a beer together in the parking lot and they go off they’re separate ways. By this point i have a slight urge to pee but know I can always duck off behind a tree on the way down so it’s not a big deal to me. I ask if she wants to run inside quick before we go back up but given how crowded and busy it looks down at the lodge, combined with the short lift line she says “it’s all good, let’s take another run and go back after” Fast forward about 20 minutes. The lift operator seemed to be having some minor issues with the lift and it stopped inexplicably about 3 times, a few minutes at a time, while we were in line to get on. I had felt my urge to pee grow considerably during that time but we had finally made it on the lift and were on our way up. By this time It’s after dark and we both have a nice little buzz going when the lift suddenly stops about halfway up the mountain. There’s no one on the chairs in front of us or behind us and we both have to pee pretty bad but have been trying to stay strong and not show it, so neither of us knows how bad the other has to go. Ten minutes go by and we see a bunch of workers on snowmobiles heading down towards the bottom of the lift and it seems pretty evident to us both that they’re having some technical problems and we may be stuck there for a bit until they can get it going. By this point I’m clenching my thighs together and wiggling my toes in my boots but making my best effort to not show how bad I really have to go. We chat and joke about the situation and I start to notice she’s squirming around a little but I pretend not to notice. A few minutes later a ski patroller is skiing down the mountain below us and she yells down to him nervously asking how long he thinks it will be until we’re moving again. He tells us to be patient and that they will hopefully have us going again in a few minutes. By this point I’m already doing the math in my head, knowing it’s still another ten minute ride up once the lift starts going again. I look over at her and she’s visibly squirming and bouncing in her seat. I reassure her it’s no big deal, these things happen sometimes and she tells me she understands that, she just has to pee sooo bad. She looks down at my legs and back up at me and asks if I do too because she thought she saw me fidgeting and squirming a little. I tell her I actually do have to piss incredibly bad and joke that if it takes any longer my eyeballs will start floating. By this time we’re both squirming around desperately and unable to really say too much. Another 5 minutes pass and she tells me she’s afraid she’s going to pee her pants and I jokingly tell her “I hope your snowpants are waterproof!” We both laugh and she says “well this isn’t exactly how I expected I’d be testing that”. By this point I’m absolutely desperate and can’t stop squirming around and she appears to be in the same situation. I ask her what she thinks about the logistics of me trying to get my snowboard off and hand it to her while I pull myself up onto the chairlift seat, stand up and just pull it out right there and piss off the lift. She tells me “that’s not fair!, you want me to hold your board for you while I probably pee my pants and you get to enjoy the sweet relief of peeing off the lift?!. No way, If I take my hands out of my crotch I think I’ll pee right here!”. So I tell her playfully “ Ohhhhh! I see how it is! If you’re not making it off this lift dry then you’re gonna make damn sure I don’t get to either huh?” and we both share a little laugh. She stops squirming for a minute and grabs my hand, moans and says “help me hold it” as she pulls my hand between her legs. I press firmly as she bounces and squirms. I can’t stop moving my legs back and and forth and wiggling my toes as I feel the little bursts of warmth as the first couple leaks spurt out and soak in to my pants.Neither of us say a word to eachother. By this point we’re both concentrating every ounce of our being into not peeing. I can’t help but wonder if she’s been leaking too when suddenly the chairlift comes back to life and gives our chair a slight jolt as we begin moving again. She immediately gasps and looks me dead in the eye as she smiles in ecstatic relief. Right about the time I notice the outer shell of her snowpants growing warmer to the touch and I hear a subtle hiss emanating from within her snowpants. As I continue to squirm in desperation she moans “oh my god, it feels AMAZING , it’s so warm!” She giggles and looks down at my crotch as I squirm around. She puts her hand between my legs and while looking me in the eye and asks “are you leaking yet?”. I can’t even speak, I just nod and while still holding her hand between my legs she says “ it’s okay, just go, it’s not like you’re going to make it anyways, you’re already leaking. It’s over. Just. Relax.” I immediately relax and start flooding my pants. I feel it pooling up across my lap and overflowing back down over my hips as the enormous flow of warmth just spreads everywhere. I’m sure the look of relief in my eyes was impossible to hide at that point. She suddenly giggles and says “ohhhh, I can feel it getting warmmmm!! You’re wetting your pants aren’t you?!!” I laugh and say” I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer!! You really weren’t kidding about this being warm!”. She smiles while looking me in the eye and pulls my hand over to the waistband of her pants. She guides my hand down into her warm, steaming wet pants and undoes her button for me before reaching over and unbuttoning my pants too and sliding her hand in. She squirms as I rub her hot, soaking wet pussy while she grabs my rock hard cock inside my soaked snowpants. We bring eachother to orgasm within a few short minutes, leaving us just enough time to get our pants buttoned back up before riding off the lift..... To be continued... Part Two. As we stand up and disembark the chairlift I feel the warmth begin to spread further down my legs like a nice warm blanket wrapping itself around my entire lower body. I can’t help but imagine she’s feeling a similar sensation. We briefly discuss which trail to take on our next run and she gives me a little smile and wink as she takes off down the mountain ahead of me. I follow her in to a dimly lit little patch of woods between a few trails about halfway down the mountain and we both stop just barely out of sight from the trail. She turns around and pats her butt in her snowpants and asks “ how do I look, can you tell I just pissed myself?” I flip on my cell phone light and and determine there’s not even the slightest hint of a wet patch to be seen. She giggles and says “ I feel like I just peed in a diaper or something” I ask how I look and she tells me I’m dry on the outside as well. I ask if she’s getting cold or anything to which she replies no. She tells me it still feels really warm and asks if I’ve still got my chairlift beer in my pocket as she pulls her beer can from her coat pocket. I had almost completely forgotten that I had mine in my pocket still. Considering our prior situation, drinking anything was the last thing on my mind at the time. We both crack our beers open and she gives me a little cheers and a wink before we both sit down in the snow and drink our beers fairly quickly. We talk a little about what to do going forward and agree we’re both warm enough for a couple more runs but that maybe we should grab a water at the lodge quick first. We were going to be leaving in the next hour or two and figured it would be a good idea to burn off the slight buzz we had beforehand. We enjoy the rest of our ride down to the lodge and head inside. Once down we go in and each grab a water bottle and strike up a conversation with a few friends. I don’t about her, but I felt so incredibly naughty just standing there with her, casually chatting with friends while the two of us were the only ones aware of the hot steamy mess we had both made inside of our ski pants. After about 20 minutes we decide to use the bathroom quick before we head back up. I tell her “ you know, just in case” she glances down between my legs and looks back up at me and laughs before we go our separate ways in to the bathrooms. I unzip my pants at the urinal and am absolutely drenched. There’s not single dry spot visible as I pee in to the urinal and zip back up to head out. We meet in the hallway and make out way back out to strap in and head for the lift line. There were only 3 people in line ahead of us and within a few minutes it was out turn to board. Our ride up this time was much less eventful. The lift never stopped and we just talked a bit about which trails we were going to take next and I offered her the use of my washer and dryer if she wanted to come kick it for a bit after, I was after all just a few minutes up the road. She smiled and said “ sure, I really appreciate it”. Our next three or four runs were fun yet fairly uneventful. We chatted a little and on the lift but didn’t speak too much about what we had done earlier. We eventually made our way back to the parking lot and hopped in my car. It wasn’t until we were on our way back that she said “I hope that wasn’t all too much for you. I’m really sorry. I just had to go so bad and then I couldn’t help but get a little carried away” I told her to not to apologize. I, in all honestly absolutely loved it and told her, “I mean it’s pretty obvious that I was just as turned on as you were over it, I’ve honestly always kind of had a little bit of pee kink so naturally it was all a huge turn on for me” She didn’t say a word, but just looked over at me and smiled. She then broke the short silence that followed by spontaneously saying “ Go pee with me! I have to go again. You must have to go again by now!” Slightly surprised I said “right now?” To which she responded “Yes’ right now silly! We’re already wet. Just think how warm it’ll be. I don’t think I really need to tell you at this point how much of turn on this is for me. I’ve been in to this for as long as I can remember! “ “Sheesh, you’re even more fun than I thought” I responded. She smiled and said “ok, on the count of three lets go ok? Are you ready” I nodded yes as I smiled “ ok, one, two, three!....” she playfully announces “ I’m peeeeeing!!” before asking “are you going?!” I tell her I certainly am and it feel AMAZING. As we pull in to my driveway she puts her hand between my legs and gropes me through all of my sopping wet layers as I’m still peeing full force right there in the drivers seat. I lean over towards her and pull her close as we start kissing in my driveway..... To be continued!
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    A very desperate woman walks around the park looking for a place to pee. She finally finds a spot behind some benches and begins to get some much needed relief. Just as she starts pissing someone walking by decides to come over and sit down on one of the benches. The woman quickly pulls up her panties and tries to act as if nothing is wrong, Luckily for her the person didn't notice her squatting down before. The woman now bursting tries her best to hide her desperation while waiting for the person to leave. Just as the person starts to leave the woman unable to hold it any longer begins to leak in front of her. As the person walks away the woman fully loses control and wets herself. Enjoy
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  10. One male scene (Ray Donovan) where a movie star is kidnapped and threatenes by the craziest character in the show. He weTS himself at gunpoint. One female scene (Clash) where a woman wets herself during a tear gas attack. I don't have the links. These photos are taken from thepml.net
  11. (Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots) Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves… Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet. Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door. ”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left… It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two. “Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled. Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy. ”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked. Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.” Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay. ”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said. Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.” Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got. ”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated. Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her. ”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said. ”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice. Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.” a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed. ”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly. The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first. ”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her. ”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back. The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again. - Afterwards - “I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone. ”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied. ”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted. Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.” (I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)
  12. Before I start I want to get a few things out of the way. First thing’s first - I plan to post one chapter a week. I’m terrible at keeping a schedule, so no promises. But that’s the aim. Plot is a big part of the story. There will be chapters without any omorashi. Masterbation does happen (maybe sex at a later point, I’m still writing) but the focus is on desperation. As mentioned, I’m still writing. Some things might change in later chapters. I also don’t have an editor, so expect mistakes, and for the writing “style” to randomly shift. If you have any feedback, or see a typo or mistake, feel free to let me know. I want to improve, so any help would be great! Note: I write in British English (though I don’t come from Britain) At the start of each chapter, I’ll add a character’s name. They are the “POV” character, and any inner monologue will be from them. That said, the story is written in third person. Note: When out of costume (it’s a superhero story) their civilian name will be used. Otherwise, they will go by their hero/villain name. ==================== Chapter One Music Music power-walked through the empty alleyway. He was almost home, and not a moment too soon. His bladder, heavy and full, shuddered with every step. Things were getting dire. Just two more blocks. Music told himself. Two more blocks and then I can finally get out of this costume and actually piss! This was a terrible line of thought! Music was forced to a halt as he doubled over, squeezing himself as he felt a spurt shooting through his dick, stopped only by his hand. His legs were shaking, knees knocking together as he shifted back and forth, unable to keep still. C’mon, just gimme five. More. Minutes. Music groaned, whimpering as he squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers, pinching the head of his dick, felt warm as a spurt jetted out. One eye opened, and then the other. The urge had lessened and Music was able to breathe. Carefully, he removed his hands. A sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. Boom! Music jolted, a second spurt dampening his boxers. Please, not now… He couldn’t deal with any more villainy; not in the state he was in. Another boom! With one last, longing glance toward home, Music turned back, heading toward the sound. “It’s all set up, boss.” Music could hear a minion’s voice as he neared the site. “All you gotta do is press this button and-” Whap! Music threw a punch at the stout man, knocking a remote from his hands. It slid across the alley, hitting a wall. Music bent down to get it. His bladder squeezed and he sucked in a breath, forcing himself upright. He could feel a bead of piss right at the tip of his dick. “Well well well, if it isn’t Music.” Mystify grinned. He twirled his wooden cane, slamming it down against cracked concrete. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “I have your remote, Mystify.” Music held up the contraption. “You’re done. And since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll let you off with a warning.” He didn’t have time. He could feel the damp material against his highly sensitised dick, teasing him to let out more. Another squirt was already building up, aching to escape his swollen bladder. “A warning, now?” Mystify smirked, both hands lightly gripping the ball of his cane. “Someone’s being exceedingly polite today.” “Yeah, well, I do what I can.” Music shrugged. Another spurt! He sucked in a hissing breath. If he didn’t finish this soon, he’d be in real trouble. He was already starting to leak; he’d be lucky if he even made it home. “Hey boss?” The minion whispered. “I think something’s up with Music.” “For goodness sake, Pandor.” Mystify rolled his eyes beneath his mask. “Not everyone has to piss every time you see them.” The minion, Pandor, went a deep shade of scarlet. “Sir.” Pandor hissed, shifting in embarrassment. “You’re not exactly subtle about your fetish, you know.” Mystify tapped a large bulge in Pandor’s pants. The minion let out a needy whimper, pulling his white coat around himself. “S-Sir.” Pandor breathed, this time with more urgency. His words came out in a shuddering moan. I don’t have time for this. Music had to press his knees together to keep his legs from shaking. He shifted away from the two. Maybe they won’t notice- “Sir.” Pandor panted as his gaze locked onto Music’s crotch. “I really think that-” “Oh for heavens-” A breath of annoyance escaped Mystify’s nose. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” A jolt of pain shot through Music’s body as Mystify jabbed his bladder with his cane. The hero struggled to stay upright as wave upon wave of urgency rippled through his bulging bladder, dribbling from his swollen dick. His urge, once controllable — if barely — had been shot to pieces. This was an emergency! “Oh.” Mystify blinked, eyes wide as he watched a wet spot form on Music’s green spandex. He stepped aside. “Well, don’t let us stop you.” “I’m fine.” Music lied through gritted teeth. He was bent slightly at the waist, fists balled up, uselessly gripping the material of his costume. His dick twitched, a few drops shaking off the wet fabric, landing between his legs. “For goodness sake, hero.” Mystify snapped. “I’m not a monster. Just go, and then we can continue when you’re at your best.” Music scowled. It had to be a trap. “I mean it, go.” With that, Music disappeared around the corner. It was all he could do in his desperate state of white hot need. He started to tug off his costume, dick dribbling in anticipation for the relief that was to follow. “Oh please do, hero.” Pandor smirked. He had the perfect vantage point from where he stood. “Show me your secret identity.” There was an obvious tent in his pants. “Get. Lost.” Was all Music could muster. He could feel the first rivulets beginning to trickle down his shaking legs. “Or don’t.” Pandor shrugged. “I’ve got all day, do you?” “Pandor!” Mystical barked. Wincing, Pandor turned back. With no time to waste, Music pulled off form-fitting hood, revealing shoulder-length golden curls. He squirmed his way out of his one-piece, tugging it down to his belly. A swollen belly, hard and entirely filled with piss. He froze. Spurt after spurt, each more powerful than the last, forced their way out of his turgid dick, into sodden boxers. Music squeezed his dick — one hand gripping the base, the other the head — in one last futile attempt to stop the inevitable. He already knew he had lost. He was pissing. Almost before he could even comprehend it, Music was pissing. Shock clouded his face, before relief washed over him. Pain was replaced by pleasure, more powerful than any orgasm. He must’ve moaned, how could he not when he could finally breathe again, but he couldn’t hear anything, lost in the radiating waves of the purest relief. Music didn’t know when he stopped, by the time he came down from his high, he was standing in a puddle, legs beginning to cool, and his super-suit sticking uncomfortably to his body. Tears, a mix of shame, relief, and humiliation, began to roll down his cheeks, lost in the lake below him. “Oh.” Pandor squeaked, the pants of his costume slick. His body was shaking with the aftershocks of his own release. “Music?” Mystify’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you… okay?” His tone was sincere. And then Music broke off into a run. The villains let him go. Mystify turned to Pandor, towering over him. Finally slipping back into reality, Pandor backed up. “S-Sir?” Pandor swallowed hard. “You are in so much trouble when we get back to the lair.” Mystify snapped. “B-But sir, I didn’t do any-” Pandor flinched, as Mystify jabbed his cane in the direction of his evil lair. “Go!” Mystify roared. Pandor obeyed. Back at home, Music crept across the tree in his backyard, climbing through his bedroom window. He didn’t need any nosey neighbours recognising him, especially now. He stumbled into his bathroom, making it as far as the doorway, before he collapsed. How could he even face the town after this? His dick, hard and throbbing, ached as it tented his pants. His body couldn’t deny how good it felt to finally relax, even if his mind said otherwise. Music peeled his sodden costume off, depositing it in the shower as he stepped inside, turning on the water. He groaned, precum beading the head of his aching dick. Confused visions of Pandor danced around his head. One, two, three strokes later, he came. ==================== CHARACTERS Music A superhero in his mid 20s. He wears a green spandex one piece, with a quaver (double connected music note) on his chest, and another (single music note with a flick) on his belt, along with a cape. Protagonist Mystify A supervillain in his early 30s. A tall redhead with a semi-formal tone. Has a cane, mostly for show. Antagonist Pandor A short, stout villain, and the minion of Mystify. Nervous and highly-strung. Has an omo fetish and is terrible at hiding it. Messy white hair, steampunk-style outfit, thick goggles, and black gloves. Villain’s lackey Character profiles will be updated when needed.
  13. Personally, I’ve had a few accidental wettings including procrastinating. Most recently it was me almost making it, but I drank a bit too much water. Reply with your stories so I can read them!
  14. When I go out to the Xmas market, I normally go padded… lots of people, not so many bathrooms… yesterday was no exception. Problem was that I was with some people with plans to play pool as well aka no way a diaper would go unnoticed. So I took the chance…. After separating from my friends, I had a decent walk back to the hotel through more crowds and absolutely nowhere to pee!!! I could feel myself losing the battle with every step …. Before making it to the hotel, I lost it…. Thankfully I was alone in the elevator so I could snap a pic!! Ended up falling asleep on the floor and peeing my pants again…. Followed by waking up and putting on some protection before getting in bed. I’m a bit hungover but what an adventure !!!
  15. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  16. Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids
  17. been holding for a few hours now, anyone interested to play around and see if you guys can make me lose control?
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    Welcome to SunnyValley! What is SunnyValley? SunnyValley is a video game in which you can have a new beginning, a new life. From the player section you can choose 3 characters to develop your story, depending on which one you choose, your start in SunnyValley will be different. In summary SunnyValley is a game in which you can start an ABDL life in a very nice new city. What can I do in SunnyValley? SunnyValley is full of activities to do, you can walk around the city and meet new people, see other people's houses, visit and play in the city park, work at your new job, go to the gym to build muscle. However SunnyValley is a game that is in Alpha so much of the content that I have in mind is not yet implemented, content such as: The museum, the nursery, the camping area and many other things that we will see over time! Who has developed this project? Well, my name is KrakenBite, I am the main developer of this project, although to make it happen I have had the great help of ABDLMiah and AndyDL. ABDLMiah is a person who has her own game called "A Whole Week In Diapers" which was a complete success at its launch and I highly recommend it, you can find it on his Patreon. Miah has helped me with numerous problems in creating mechanics and developing the game. AndyDL is a talented ABDL artist that you will most likely already know if you are here and if you don't know him I will leave you here links to his social networks and Patreon. Andy has been in charge of the artistic work of the characters. Where can I download this game? "A New Life in SunnyValley" is a project that I hope to be able to fund through Patreon since it takes me a long time to create. You can download it on Patreon and you can also know more about it on Twitter and Discord! -------------------------------------------- Download Link (Patreon): Here -------------------------------------------- Patreon: www.patreon.com/KrakenBite Discord: https://discord.gg/aefqHycecG
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  19. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
  20. Let me specify something first: English is noty main language, so please forgive me if I make some mistakes; My gf, let's call her W, is totally consenting and actually loves this (actually I am asking this because I want to satisfy her more). That being said, I wanted to ask you all if you have some ways to make her forcefully wet. W has a small bladder, and when I press on it she usually leaks, but I wanted to know some other ways to make her desperate/wet herself, be it drinking some kind of drinks beforehand or doing something on the spot. Please let me know your techniques and I thank you beforehand. Have a good day my wet friends
  21. So many fun reasons to go to bed padded… comfort, security, naughtiness, and of course protection!! I normally wake up 2-3 times per night to pee, so there’s also the convenience factor of not having to get out of bed and just let in flow However… when I’m not averaging enough sleep, jet lagged or simply have too many adult beverages, I typically don’t wake up for my regularly scheduled peeing sessions and accidentally wet the bed. This has led to some very embarrassing situations, as I didn’t wear diapers to bed in those high risk situations. Now I have a wide selection of thick, absorbent diapers to choose from… Rearz, MEGAMAX, Crinklz, Cammies, etc. all tend to hold A LOT…. The problem is that when I accidentally wet the bed, there’s really no “flow control” and more often than not, my diaper leaks…. Clearly I pee a lot when I have accidents, but still…. Leaks can be fun, but I would sometimes prefer to not do laundry the next day. I assume plastic pants would help?? Anyways, last night was a combination of everything…. Not enough sleep, a little tipsy and given the situation at home (older kid has corona and we typically share a bathroom … good excuse to be padded to avoid trekking upstairs lol), I put on a nice thick absorbent Rearz Alpaca… I peed before going downstairs to get “ready” for bed… before falling asleep, I needed to pee and had a controlled wetting into my diaper. Since a Rearz can typically hold 5-6 wettings for me, I felt pretty safe…. The next time I woke up about 7 hours later was a totally different story! I knew that I had an accident and did the reach down and see how bad maneuver…. Yep, SOAKED!! I woke up to snap a couple pics and take off my diaper and wet boxers …. Slept an hour longer afterwards… and now doing laundry … That wet spot would have been a helluva lot bigger without protection though !!!
  22. It happened when I was about to fall asleep, I just started to relax and didnt think anything would happen but then felt the warm puddle form beneath me all of a sudden, I kinda had to arrange my thoughts to realize I was peeing but It felt too good so I continued to pee till I was completely relieved, I even stayed in it for a bit, I got another urge rn so I think I'm gonna continue to wet it for the night. Might put up a camera to film myself wetting in my sleep kinda wanna see how it looks -w- Currently still peeing into my bed and I LOVE it
  23. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
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